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THE BRETHREN
A Romance of the Crusades
BY H. RIDER HAGGARD.
(Continued from Last Sunday's News.)
CHAPTER X.—(Continued.)
"My payment, lady. Is—yourself. In
Cyprus we will be wed—oh! think be
fore >' ou answer. At Damascus many
dangers await you; with me you will
And safety and a Christian husband
*ho loves you well—so well that for
your sake he is willing to lose his ship
and, what is more, to break faith with
Saladin, whose arm is strong.”
-Have done,” she said coldly. "Soon
er will I trust myself to an honest
garacen than to you, Sir Hugh, whose
6 purs. if you met your desert, should
be hacked from your heels by scul
lions. Yes, sooner would I take death
for my lord than you, who for your
own base ends devised the plot that
brought my father to his murder and
me to slavery. Have done, I say, and
never dare again to speak of love to
me, who hate you,” and. rising she
walked past him to her cabin.
But Lozelle looking after her mut
tered to himself, ‘‘Nay, fair lady, I
have but begun; nor will I forget your
bitter words, for which you shall pay
the merchant knight in kisses.”
From her cabin Rosamund sent a
message to Hassan, saying that she
would speak with him.
He came, still pale with illness, and
asked her will, whereon she told him
what had passed between Lozelle and
herself, demanding his protection
against this man. Hassan’s eyes
flashed.
■ Yonder he stands,” he said, “alone.
"Will you come with me and speak to
him?”
She bowed her head, and giving her
his hand, he led her to the poop.
"Sir Captain,” he began, addressing
Lozelle, "the princess here tells me a
strange story—that you have dared to
offer your love to her, by Allah! to
her, a niece of Salah-ed-din.”
"What of it, Sir Saracen?” answered
lozelle, insolently. ”Is not a Christian
knight fit mate for the blood of an
Eastern chief? Had I offered her less
than marriage, you might have spoken.
"You!” answered Hassan, with rage
In his low voice, “you, huckstering
thief and renegade, who swear by Ma
homet in Damascus and by your
prophet Jesus in England—ay, deny it
not, I have heard you, as I have heard
that rogue, Nicholas, your servant.
You, her fit mate? Why, were it not
that you must guide this ship, and
that my master bade me not to quar
rel with you till your task was done,
1 would behead you now and cut from
your throat the tongue that dared to
speak such words,” and as he spoke
he gripped the handle of his scimitar.
Lozelle quailed before his fierce eyes,
for well he know Hassan, and knew
also that if it t'ame to fighting his
sailors were no match for the emir and
his picked Saracens.
"When our duty is done you shall
answer for those words,” he said, try
ing to look brave.
"By Allah! I hold you to the prom
ise,” replied Hassan. “Before Salah
ed-din I will answer for <thom when
and where you will, as you shall an
swer to him for your treachery.”
“Of what, then, am I accused?” ask
ed Lozelle. “Of loving the lady Rosa
mund, as do all men—perhaps your
self. old and withered as you are,
among them?”
“Aye, and for that crime I will repay
you, old and withered as I am Sir
Renegade. But with Salah-ed-din you
have another score to settle—that by
promising her escape you tried to se
duce her from this ship, where you were
sworn to gu'ard her, saying that you
would find her refuge among the Greeks
of Cyprus.”
„ “Were this true,” replied .Lozelle,
"the Sultan might have cause of com
plaint against me. But it Is not true.
Hearken, since speak I must. The
lady Rosamund prayed me to do this
d< ed, and I told her that for my hon
our s sake it Is not possible, although
it was true that I loved her now as
always, and would dare much for her.
Then she said that if I did but save
her from you Saracens, I should not
go without my reward, since she would
wed me. Again, although it cost me
®°re. I answered that It might not be,
but when once I had brought my ship
to land. I w*as her true knight, and
being freed of my oath, would do my
best to save her.”
"Princess, you hear,” said Hassan,
turning to Riosamund. “What say
you?"
“I sa y,” she answered coldly, “that
this man lies to save himself. I say,
moreover, thfat I said to him, that soon
er would I die than he should lay a
finger on me.”
“I hold also that he lies,” said Has
san. “Nay; unclasp that dagger If
you would live to see another sun.
Here, I will not fight with you, but
Salah-ed-din shall learn all this case
when we reach his court, and Judge
between the word of the Princess of
Raalbec and of his hired servant, the
fa se Prank and pirate, Sir Hugh Lo
zelle.”
'Let him learn it—when we roach
bis court,” answered Lozelle, with
meaning; then added, “Have you aught
else to say to me, Prince Hassan? Be
lf not, I must be attending to
‘be business of my ship, which you
suppose that I was about to abandon
to win a lady’s love.”
“Only this, that the ship is the Sul
tan sand not yours, for he bought it
v o? 1 v OU ‘ and that henceforth this lady
~ guarded day and night, and
oubly guarded when we come to the
snores of Cyprus, where it seems that
y>u have friends. Understand and re
member.”
understand and certainly I will
Partc'd her '" rep * led Lozelle, and so they
I think,” said Rosamund, when he
root gone, "that we shall be fortunate
.S.l land Bafe ,n Syria.
, 'hat was In my mind, also, lady. I
...ha, too, that I have forgot my wis
hbu} my heart rose against this
~J'j and be,n * still weak from sick
-1 1081 my Judgment and spoke
' K Waa * n my heart, who would
I, ’ „. b t tter to walt - Now > Perhaps,
not .h, t t *° k,n hlm - I* ‘t were
J, 1 ? 1 he alone has the skill to navl
h.s f l ?i e 8h p ‘ whlch 18 a trade that he
It ;’ ,llo "ed from his youth. Nay, let
L?° a8 A lab wills. He is Just, and
d ue thC matter to Judgment in
Bosarnund. 1 ‘° Wha * Jud * mentr
swir B h a° t 0 that of th * "word.” an
b.p. Hassan, as he bowed and left
w'u < h!V h n t V me forward armed men
Rosnm,* 1 th * n **ht through before
. thT i d Z cab,n ‘ and when she wnlk
-1,,-r v.‘ J k armed men walked after
who *oo',h. W . a " ahe trouble by Lozelle,
or to u* ht t 0 Bpeak w| th her no more,
than Nh.hol* n *t* lth,r : ° nljr wlth the
Nicholas he spoke much.
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At length upon one golden evening—
for Lozelle was a skillful pilot, one of
the best, Indeed, who sailed those seas
they came to the shores of Cyprus, and
cast anchor. Before them, stretched
along the beach, lay the white town
of Limazol, with palm trees standing
up amidst its gardens, while beyond
the fertile plain rose the mighty
mountain range of Trooidos. Sick and
weary of the endless ocean, Rosa
mund gazed with rapture at this green
and beauteous shore, the home of so
much history, and sighed to think that
on it she might set no foot. Lozelle
saw her look and heard her sigh, and
as he climbed Into the boat which had
come out to row him Into the harbor,
mocked her, saying;
‘‘Will you not change your mind,
lady, and come with me to visit my
friend, the Emperor Isaac? I swear
that his court Is gay, not picked full
of course Saracens or pilgrims thinking
of their souls. In Cyprus they was
born from out the foam, and has
reigned since the beginning of the
world—aye, and will reign until its
end.”
Rosamund made no answer, and
Lozelle, descending Into the boat, was
rowed shorewards through the break
ers by the dark-skinned, Cyprian
oarsmen, who wore flowers in their
hair and sang as they labored at the
oars.
For ten whole days they rolled off
Limazol, although the weather was
fair and the wind blew straight for
Syria. When Rosamund asked why
they bided there so long, Hassan
stamped his foot and said it was be
cause the Emperor refused to supply
them with more food or water than
was sufficient for their daily need, un
less he, Hassan, would land and travel
to an Inland town called Nicosia,
where his court lay, and there do
homage to him. This, scenting a trap,
he feared to do, nor could they put
out to sea without provisions.
“Cannot Sir Hugh Lozelle see to it?
asked Rosamund.
"Doubtless, if he will,” answered
Hassan, grinding his teeth; "but he
swears that he Is powerless.”
So there they bode day after day,
baked by the sweltering summer sun
and rocked to and fro on the long
ocean rollers till their hearts grew sick
within them, and their bodies also, for
some bf them were seized with a fever
common to the shores of Cyprus, of
which two died. Now and again some
officer would come off from the shore
with Lozel’e and a little food and
water, and bargain with them, saying
that before their wants were supplied
the prince Hassan must visit the Em
peror and bring with him the fair
lady who was his passenger, whom he
desired to see.
Hasean would answer no, and double
the guard about Rosamund, for at
nights boats appeared that cruised
round them. In the daytime also bands
of men. fantastically dressed in silks,
and with them women, could be seen
riding to and fro upon the shore and
staring at them, as though they were
striving to make up their minds to at
tack the ship.
Then Hassan armed his grim Sara
cens and bade them stand in line up
on the bulwarks, drawn scimitar in
hand, a sight that seemed to frighten
the Cypriotes—at least they always
rode away towards the great square
of Colossi.
At length Hassan would bear it no
more. One morning Lozelle came off
from Limazol, where he slept at night,
bringing with him three Cyprian lords,
who visited the ship—not to bargain
as they pretended, but to obtain sight
of the beauteous princess Rosamund.
Thereon the common talk began of
homage that must be paid before food
was granted, failing which the Em
peror would bid his seamen capture
the ship. Hassan listened 'a while, then
suddenly issued an .order that the
lords should be seized.
“Now,” he said to Lozelle, "bid your
sailors haul up the anchor, and let us
begone for Syria.”
"But,” answered the knight, "we have
neither food nor water for more than
one day.”
"I care not,” ‘answered Hassan, “as
well die of thirst and starvation on
the sea as rot here with fever. What
we can bear these Cyprian gallants
can bear also. Bid the sailors lift the
anchor and hoist the sail, or I loose
my scimitars among them.”
Now Lozelle stamped and foamed,
but without avail, so he turned to the
three lords, who were pale with fear,
and said:
"Which will you do: find food and
water for this ship, or put to sea with
out them, which is but to die?”
They answered that they would go
ashore and supply all that was need
ful.
“Nay,” said Hassan, “you bide here
until it comes.”
In the end. then, this happened, for
one of the lords chanced to be a nep
hew of the Emperor, who, when he
learned that he was captive, sent sup
plies in plenty. Thus it came about
that the Cyprian lords having been sent
back with the last empty boat, within
two days they were at sea again.
Now Rosamund missed the hated
face of the spy,Nicholas,and told Has
san, who made Inquiry, to find—or so
said Lozelle —that he went ashore and
vanished there on the first day of their
landing In Cyprus, though whether he
had been killed in some brawl, or fallen
sick, or hidden himself away, he did
not know, Hassan shrugged his shoul
ders, and Rosamund was glad enough
to be rid of him. but in her heart she
wondered for what evil purpose Nich
olas had left the ship.
When the galley was one day out
from Cyprus steering for the coast of
Syria, they fell into a calm such Is is
common in those seas in summer. This
calm lasted eight whole days, during
which they made but little progress. At
length, when all were weary of staring
at the oil-like sea, a wind sprang up
that grew gradually to a gale blowing
towards Syria, and before It they fled
along swiftly. Worse and stronger
grew that gale, till on the evening of
the second day, when they seemed in
no little danger of being pooped, they
saw a great mountain far away, at the
sight of which Lozelle thanked God
aloud.
“Are those the mountains near
Antioch?" asked Hassan.
“Nay,” he answered, "they are more
than fifty miles south of them, be
tween Ladlktya and Jebela. There, by
the mercy of Heaven, is a good haven,
for I have visited it, where we can lie
till this storm Is past."
“But we are steering for Darbesak,
not for a haven near Jebela, which is
a Frankish port,” answered Hassan,
angrily.
“Then put the ship about and steer
there yourself," said Lozelle, “and I
promise you this, that within two hours
every one of you wilt be dead kt the
bottom of the sea."
Human considered. It was true, for
SAVANNAH MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY. NOVEMBER 20. 1004.
then the waves would strike them
broadside on, and they must fill and
sink.
“On your head be it,” he answered
shortly.
The dark fell, and by the light of the
great lantern at their power they saw
the white seas hiss past as they drove
shorewards beneath bare masts. For
they dared hoist no sail.
All that night they pitched and roll
ed, till the stoutest of them fell sick,
praying God and Allah that they
might have light by which to enter
the harbor. At length they saw the
top of the loftiest mountain grow lum
inous with the coming dawn, although
the land itself was still lost in shadow,
and saw also that It seemed to be
towering almost over them.
“Take courage,” cried Lozelle, “I
think that we are saved,” and he
hoisted a second lantern at his mast
head—why, they did not know.
After this the sea began to fall, only
to grow rough again for a while as
they crossed some bar, to find them
selves In calm water, and on either
side of them what appeared in the dim,
uncertain light, to be the bush-clad
banks of a river. For a while they
ran on, till Lozelle called In a loud
voice to the sailors to let the anchor
go, and sent a messenger to say that
all might rest now, as they were safe.
So they laid them down and tried to
sleep.
But Rosamund could not sleep.
Presently she arose, and throwing on
her cloak went to the door of the
cabin and looked at the beauty of the
mountains, rosy with the new-born
light, and at the misty Rurface of the
harbor. It was a lonely place—at lea,st,
she could see no town or house, al
though they were lying not fifty yards
from the tree-hidden shore. As she
stood thus, she heard the sound of
boats being rowed through the mist,
and looking down, perceived three or
four of these approaching the ship In
silence, perceived also that Lozelle,
who stood alone upon the deck, was
watching their approach. Now the first
boat made fast and a man in the prow
rose up and began to speak to Lozelle
In a low voice. As he did so the hood
fell back from his head, and Rosa
mund saw the face. It was that of
the spy Nicholas! For a moment she
stood amazed, for they had left this
man In Cyprus; then understanding
came to her and she cried aloud:
“Treachery! Prince Hassan, there Is
treachery.”
As the words left her lips fierce, wild
looking men began to scramble aboard
at the low waist of the galley, to which
boat after boat made fast. The Sara
cens also tumbled from the benches
where they slept and ran aft to the
deck where Rosamund was, all except
one of them, who was cut off in the
prow of the ship. Prince Hassan ap
peared, too, scimitar in hand, clad in
his Jeweled turban and coat of mall,
but without his cloak, shouting orders
as he came, while the hired crew of
the ship flung themselves upon their
knees and begged for mercy. To him
Rosamund cried out that they were
betrayed and by Nicholas, whom she
had seen. Then a great man, wearing
a white burnous and holding a naked
sword In his hand, stepped forward
and said In Arabic:
“Yield you now, or you are out
numbered and your captain is captur
ed,” and he pointed to Lozelle, who
was being held by two men while his
arms were bound behind him.
“In whose name do you bid me
yield?” asked the prince, glaring about
him like a lion in a trap.
“In the dread name of Slnan, In the
name of the lord Al-Je-bal, O servant of
Salah-ed-din.”
At these words a groan of fear
went up even from the brave Sara
cens, for now they learned that they
had to do with the terrible chief of the
Assassins.
“Is there then war between the
Sultan and Sinan?” asked Hassan.
“Aye, there Is always war. Moreover,
you have one with you,” and he point
ed to Rosamund, “who Is dear*. to
Salah-ed-din. whom, therefore, my
master desires as a hostage.”
"How knew you that?” said Has
san, to gain time while his men form
ed up.
“How does the lord Slnan know all
things?” was the answer. "Come,
yield, and perhaps he will show you
mercy.
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Roastpl*. Roast Turkey.
Chicken Pie.
Cider Apple Sauce. Cranberry Sauce.
Celery.
Mashed Potatoes. Boiled Onions.
Mashed Turnips.
Mince Pie. Apple Pie. Pumpkin Pie.
Pork Fruit Cake.
Hickory and Beech Nuts and Raisins.
Cider.
“And we will have the Dlnsmores
and use my new bouillon cups with
two handles, and—"
"What’s this for?" Inquired Mr.
Barclay, looking up from his evening
paper.
"Why, I’ve been telling you for
twenty minutes that we must do some
entertaining on Thanksgiving Day.”
"Not much!” replied her husband,
drawing the pretty young bride over
to his knee. ”We're going to Folnt
ville. Mass., to eat that dinner with
Uncle John’s folks. They live sixty
miles from the railway, and are the
primitive type of New Englanders—
mighty few of them left, more's the
pity—and I want you to see a typical
New England gathering and eat one
real Thanksgiving dinner before we
die. They won’t have bouillon thlng
um-bubs nor a center piece, but the
cooking! I am boy again at thought
of It.”
And so Mrs. Dinsmore woke on that
crisp November morning to see a
glistening picture In frost-work on
the attic window and to snuff the most
delicious combination of spicy odors
that ever reached her retrousse nose.
She could hardly wult to slide down
the steep uncompromising flight of
wooden stairs.
"Aunt Jane.” exclaimed Mr. Bar
clay, as they burst into the dining
room, "something tells me you are
baking pumpkin pies.”
"John Henry," answered his aunt, In
grim tones belled toy the twinkle In
her eyes, "something tells me that all
the follies of city life ain't cured your
habit of nosing out good things to
eat."
Young Mrs. Barclay stood enrap
tured before the great oven built of
brick, five feet deep, three feet wide
and two feet high, yawning like a
rftvern In the very wells of tbs dining
room. It was used but ones a ysar,
In honor of the Puritan feast day, and
for days before all the men about tbs
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"Through stpies," hissed Hassan.
"such spies as Nicholas, who has come
from Cyprus before us, and that
Frankish dog who Is called a knight."
and he pointed to Lozelle. “Nay, we
yield not, and here. Assassins, you
have to do not with poisons and the
knife, but with bare swords and brave
men. Aye, and I warn you—and your
lord —that Salah-ed-dln will take ven
gence for this deed.”
“Let him try it If he wishes to die.
who hitherto has been spared,”
answered the tall man quietly. Then
he said to his followers. “Cut them
down, all save the women”—for the
French woman, Marie, was now cling
ing to the arm of Rocamund—“and
emir Hassan. whom I am commanded
to bring living to Masyaf.”
“Rack to your cabin, lady,” said
Hassan, “and remember that whate’er
befalls, we have done our best to stave
you. Aye, and tell it to my lord, that
my honour may be clean In his eyes.
Now, soldiers of Salah-ed-din fight and
die as he has taught you how. The
gates of paradise stand open, and no
cow-ard will enter there.”
They answered with a fierce gutteral
cry. Then, as Rosamund fled to the
cabin, the fray began, a hideous fray.
On came the Assassins with sword and
dagger, striving to storm the deck.
Again and again they were beaten
back, till the waist seemed full of their
corpses, as man by man they fell be
neath the curved scimitars, and again
and again they charged these men who,
when their master ordered, knew neith
er fear nor pity. But more boatloads
came from the shore, and the Sartacens
were but few, worn also with storm
and sickness, so at last Rosamund
peeping beneath her hand, saw that the
poop was gained.
Here and there a man fought on
until he fell beneath the cruel knives
in the midst of the circle of the dead,
among them the warrior-prince Has
san. Watching him wKh fascinated
eyes as he strove alone against a host,
Rosamund was put In mind of an
other scene, when her father, alone al
so, had striven thus against the emir
and his soldiers, and even then she
bethought her of the Justice of God.
See! his foot slipped on the blood
stained deck. Ho was down, and ere
he could rise again they had thrown
cldaks over him, these fierce, silent
men, who even with their lives at
stake, remembered the command of
their captain, to take him living. So
living they took him, with not a wound
upon his skin, who when he struck
them down, had never struck back
at him lest the command of Sinan
should be broken.
Rosamund noted It. and remember
ing that his command was also that
she should be brought to him unharm
ed, knew that she had no violence to
fear at the hands of these cruel mur
derers. From this thought, and be
cause Hasstan still lived, she took such
comfort as she might.
"It is finished," said the tall man.
In his cold voice. “Cast 'these dogs
into the sea who have da.red to dis
obey the command of Al-je-bal.”
So they took them up, dead and liv
ing together, and threw them into the
w*ater, where they sank, nor did one of
the wounded Saracehs pray 'them for
mercy. Then they served their own
dead likewise, but those that were on
ly wounded they took ashore. This
done, the tall man advanced to the
cabin and said:
“Lady, come, we are re*ady to start
upon our Journey.”
Having no choice, Rosamund obeyed
him. remembering as she went how
from a scene of battle and bloodshed
she had been brought aboard that ship
to be carried she knew not whither,
which now she left in a scene of bat
tle 'and bloodshed to be carried she
knew not wither.
“Oh!” she cried aloud, pointing to
the corpses they hurled into the deep,
“111 has it gone with these who stole
me. and ill may It go with you also,
servant of Al-je-bal.”
But the tall man answered nothing,
and followed by the weeping Marie and
the Prince Hassan, he led her to the
bdat.
Soon they reached the shore, and
here they tore Marie from her, nor
did Rosamund ever learn what became
of her, or whether or no she found her
husband whom she had dared so much
to seek.
Continued in Next Sunday’s News.
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the city bride discovered before 1
o’clock that day that it was a treasure
house of crispy, golden brown things
and delightful odors.
After the pies had come out, the
plumpest pig obtainable was popped
Into their place, followed immediately
by a lusty gobbler, and finally by a
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More was the name borne by kings
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and by their descendants, Lome and
Fergus, the first kings of Scotland.
With Fergus 11. begins the real his
tory of the Scots. For nearly twelve
centuries rulers of Scotland were
Mores by name or descent. Let not
the Mores be unduly lifted up on this
account for in twenty generations, re
lationships by blood, becomes less
than one drop in a million—'the dis
tinctive name alone remains.
More In Gaelic means great or large,
and the appelatlon was given origin
ally to men, either by reason of their
great stature or high station. There is
a relation between the n’ames More
and Fergus, perhaps nearer than at
first appears. Ferrugus or Ferracute.
i\ hieh is another form of Fergus, was
the name of a Portuguese giant, who
trad the strength of forty men. and
was thirty-six feet tall. He was. per
haps, called Ferragus—even a legend
carries some semblance to truth—be
cause of his size. More would have
been a name also applicable to him.
u to the wise—Anyone bearing*
the mime More may exchange it for
* ergus or Ferguson, or the reverse.
Loch-More means the great lake;
Ben-More, the great mountain. Atte-
Mor was a mediaeval form of the
name; variations of More or Moore
are Mhor, Moir, Mure, Muir, Maure,
and St. Maure. The Duke of Argyle s
family name is More.
The legendary hero, who slew the
dragon of Want ley, was More of
More Hall, also called Moqre of
Moore Hall. Another character
doubtless legendary also, was Moir of
Braca, who was so rich that his purse
stood upon one end. In the four
teenth century. Sir William More was
Mayor of London; before thla we real
of the exploits of sir Henry de la
More and Adam de la Mora.
chicken pie. In the meantime, atop the
kitchen stove, rutabagas, which Mi-s.
Barclay called yellow turnips, potatoes
and onions were all to be cooked.
Nuts from the woods baek of the
house were to be cracked, ‘and in less
than no time the young bride was
flitting busily about In a big apron
helping as earnestly as if she had
known “Uncle John’s folks” all her
life. Incidentally she gathered these
receipts:
Rpast r*g—Prepare the dressing
for the pig and the turkey together
rake two pounds of dry bread and
remove all the brown crust, break It.
up into a big earthenware bowl and
pour tepid water over It. Let It stand
one minute and then, taking It up a
handful at a time, squeeze It hard and
dry, tossing It at once Into another
bowl. Mix lightly with half a tea
spoonful of pepper, two teaspoonfuls
or salt, two of summery savory two
of sage or green herbs mixed fine, a
cup of melted butter and two eggs
bdaten light. Take out the amount
needed to stuff the pig, and add to this
an onion chopped very fine.
Now take the pig, which has been
thoroughly scalded, rinse it Inside and
out with clear water In which a tea
spoonful of baking soda has been dis
solved, and rinse again in clear wa
ter. Wipe dry with a clean cloth,
salt the inside and stuff It, so that It
Is full and plump and true to life.
Sew It up closely and lay it on Its
side on a grating set in deep roast
ing pan. Pour into the bottom of the
pan a little hot salted water, and
baste piggy with butter and water a
fetv times as it warms. Later, use the
drippings which accumulate In the
pan. When it begins to smoke and
the skin threatens to crack, gently
lift it over so that the other side will
brown. Change the position several
times during the baking, and if the
skin threatens to crack, rub It with a
rag dipped In melted butter. Three
hours will be required to roast slowly
and evenly a six weeks' old porker. If
the legs have not been broken before
roasting, they will stick out quite stiff
now, and piggy can be brace 9 upon
them, with a wreath of parsley around
his neck and a tiny ear of popcorn
in his mouth.
The gravy Is made from the drip
pings in the pan. Skim off the grease
carefully, and rub Into the drippings
a tablespoonful or more of flour, as
much as It will take up without lump
irg, add water slowly and bring to a
boll Just once. Add a dash of pepper,
strain and serve in a hot gravy boat.
Turkey is roasted after the same re
ceipt, but to prevent burning after the
browning process commences it is cov
ered with buttered paper.
To make the turkey gravy, put the
neck, heart, liver and gizzard to sim
mer In a pint of water, when the tur
key enters the oven. When tender,
drain off the liquor and save it. Chop
the heart and gizzard and pulverize
the liver, discarding the neck. Return
the meat to the liquor In which It was
cooked, boll three or four minutes and
then thicken with flour, rubbed
smooth In cold water.
Garnish the turkey with fried sau
sage and parsley.
Chicken Pie. —Cut two small, young
chickens Into small pieces; that is, cut
the breast Into three pieces, the back
into two, and also separate the leg
from the second Joint. Wash and cut
up a thick slice of salt pork. Plunge
chicken and pork Into boiling hot wa
ter, and as soon as they began to boll,
draw them baek on the stove and
simmer until the chicken Is tender.
Sir John Moore w'as the hero of
Corunna. Sir Thomas More was the
distinguished author and lord chancel
lor, time of Henry VIII. He pos
sessed that vein of humor which is
characteristic of the More family, and
his pleasantry did not desert him even
on the scaffold. His fondness for fun
sometimes got the better of his zeal.
A man n’amed Silver was brought be
fore him charged with an offense;
More said, "Silver, you must bo tiled
by fire.”
"Yes, but you know, my lord, that
quicksilver can’t abide the fire." His
repartee won his suit.
Richard Moore was obliging enough
to come over In the Mayflower. The
first settled In Roxbury, N. Y., was
Thicken the gravy with flour rubbed
in sweet cream.
Line the sides of a deep earthen
ware pudding dish with a rich baking
powder dough made as follows: Sift
two teaspoonfuls of baking powder and
one of salt into a quart of flour. Rub
Into this three tablespoonfuls of short
ening, butter, or butter and sweet
country lard mixed. Add gradually
two-thirds of a cup of milk, handling
the dough as little as possible, and
roll out lightly a quarter of an inch
thick on a floured hoard. Place a lay
er of chicken on the bottom of the
pan, then a layer of new potatoes
cut in small dice and chopped hard
boiled egg, a dash of pepper and salt.
Cover this with chicken and poun over
It. the chicken gravy, being sure that
there Is plenty to fill the dish. Then
cover with a crust one-quarter of an
Inch thick, cut with a hole In tho cen
ter the size of a teacup. Brush the
top with the beaten white of egg and
bake from a half to three-quarters of
an hour.
In the preparation of vegetables,
Aunt Jane was particularly success
ful. Her mashed potatoes were not
rioed according to modern methods,
but pulverized with an old-fashioned
potato masher, and then whipped with
good sweet cream, butter and salt, a
flat egg beater being used for the
purpose.
Rutabagas were cut Into large dice,
thrown Into boiling salted water, then
pushed back on the stove to simmer
gently in an uncovered vessel. They
were then placed in a colander to drain
thoroughly, after which they were
mashed with butter, pepper and salt
and beaten smooth.
Aunt Jane's receipt for boiled onions
Is as follows: Peel the onions and
wash them In cold water, put them In
boiling salted water and simmer in an
uncovered vessel, preferably porcelain
lined, until perfectly tender. Drain In
a colander, and when dry return them
to the porcelain saucepan. Set them
back on the stove and let them stew
slowly until their own water Is ex
hausted, or about fifteen minutes.
Serve them with rich, creamy sauce.
Cider Apple Sauce.—Boll a gallon of
sweet, unfermented cider down to two
quarts. Have ready one-half bushel
nice sweet apples, pared, cored and
quartered. Put the cider In a granite
or porcelain kettle, and when boiling
add as many apples as the kettle will
hold. Cover and simmer very slowly
without stirring, until the apples are
tender. Skin them out into a stone pot
and add more apples until all are cook
ed. Pour the syrup over the apples
and put away to cool. The next day
drain off the syrup, boll down until
quite thick, and then return to the-
Jar. The pieces of apple should be
distinct, tender, rich and Juicy.
Pumpkin Pie—This receipt will
make three good sized pies. Line
deep pie tins with rich puff paste, and
fill with the following custard: One
quart of milk, three cupfuls of boiled
and sieved pumpkin, one and a half
cupfuls of sugar, one-half cupful of
molasses, the yolks, and whites of
four eggs beaten stiff, a dash of salt,
and one tablespoonful each of ginger
and cinnamon. A dash of brandy
gives added zest to pumpkin pie. Serve
with American cheese.
Mince MAit —Four pounds lean
beef, boiled and chopped fine; double
quantity of green tart apples chop
ped, one pound chopped suet, three
pounds seedless raisins, two pounds
currants which have been washed and
dried, one-half pound finely cut citron.
John More, and the first white child
born In Delaware county was his son.
The pioneer's wife was Betty Taylor
Moore. The More Family Associa
tion have erected a handsome marble
shaft to their memory at Roxbury.
Jay Gould was a member of the asso
ciation, and a descendant of John
More; his mother's name was Mary
More. Miss Helen Gould belongs to
the More Association, and the meet
ings are held in the Gould Memorial
Church, which she built at Roxbury.
When John proposed to Betty he
frankly told her that he Intended
leaving kindred and friends In search
of a land of religious toleration. She
modestly referred him to that verse
In Ruth. “Whither thou goest, I will
go.” John More was a patriot. The
family had Its heroes and Its heroines.
One of the heroines of the Revolution
was the daughter of Capt. More of
South Carolina, Behethland was her
name, and when but fifteen she car
ried a messago at midnight to the
army, gong down the river In her ca
noe. It was a message upon which
the fate of her countrymen depended.
The following day appeared at her
house a gallant and handsome dra
goon—Just like a romance. He came
to thank her—he found her so beau
tifully and blushing, that It required
many visits for him to convey the
gratitude of his army. Finally they
were married, of course. He was cap
tain, afterwards Gen. William Butler.
Tho More arms reproduced are ar
gent, two bars engrailed, the first sa
ble, the second argent between nine
martlets gules, three, three and three.
Thre Moors’ heads In profile are the
crests of the Scotch branch of the
Moore family. Just what Is the sig
nificance no one knows; It may be on
ly a play on tho word, or perhaps the
first of the race won renown fighting
against tho Moors in the conflict
which drove them from Europe In the
eighth century.
one pound brown sugar, one quart
cooking molasses, two quarts sweet
cider, one pint boiled cider, one table
spoonful salt, one t'ablespoonful pep
per, one tablespoonful mace, one
tablespoonful allspice, four table
spoonfuls cinnamon, two grated nut
megs and one tablespoonful cloves.
Mix thoroughly and warm it on the
range until heated through. Remove
from the fire, and when nearly cool
stir In a pint of good brandy and one
pint of Madeira wine.
Pork Fruit Cake—Chop and grind
very fine three-fourths of a pound of
fat salt pork and pour over it one
pint of boiling water. When cool add
two cupfuls of brown sugar, one cup
ful of molasses, one tablespoonful
each of cinnamon, cloves and allspice,
one nutmeg, six cuph of flour and two
teaspoonfuls soda. Have prepared and
floured one pound of currants, two
citron. Stir in lightly. Bake in moder
ate oven.
the~botTled egg.
A SerialnK Mystery That la gone nt
AH.
To try this entertaining experiment
you need a hard-boiled egg and a bot
tle or flnsk with a wide body and a
neck large enough to let the egg sit
tightly and snugly on it mouth, end
down.
Peel the egg and lay It aside. Then
roll up some paper Into a shape so that
It will burn readily. Light It and
throw It into the bottle. As soon as It
has burned Itself out, place the egg
firmly on the mouth of the flash, press
ing It on Just hard enough so that it
will close the opening entirely.
Before many movements the egg will
begin to stretch Itself. It will seem to
crawl Into the bottle. More and more
of It descends, until suddenly, with a
pop! the whole egg lengthens Itself out
and slides Into the bottle.
What has happened? Everybody will
ask that. The explanation Is simple
enough.
When you throw the lighted paper
Into the bottle, the heat expanded the
air. Therefore, by the time the flame
was extinguished the air In the bottle
was warm and thin, and a good part
of It had been crowded out to make
room for the expansion.
After the egg had been set on the
bottle the air In It began to cool again.
As It cooled it contracted. That made
room in the bottle —vacuum. It la called
In scientific language. Consequently
the air pressure outside of the bottle
was greater than that of the air in
side, and the poor old egg, being be
tween the two, had to yield to the
stronger. That Is way It slid into the
bottle. It had to.
—Unpublished History—The Infant
Romulus surveyed the wolf with a
critical eye. “She ain’t much to brag
of as an angel mother,” he said, "but
she’s better than the patented baby
foods.” Happy in the thought that ha
was so far ahead of the times, he sat
up and took nourishment.—Cincinnati
Commercial-Tribune.
—The old saying that “only lords,
Americans and fools travel first-class
in England" was being discussed at a
dinner in New York recently. Israel
Zangwlll, the well-known author, was
one of the party. “I always travel
third class,” said Mr. Zangwlll
"Why?" someone asked. "Because
there Is no fourth class.’
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